Posted: 1/24/2008 11:13:54 AM EDT
I think this should be on tv everynight to remind people.   
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I have that entire day seared into my permanent memory. No amount of time will erase it. But if it will help the sheep remember that there is a jihad on whether our troops are fighting against it or not, that would be fine with me. Put it in a Picture in Picture window on American Idol so they HAVE to see it. |
No. Lots of people jumped and were photographed/filmed, but most media outlets didn't/soon stopped publishing them because they were "too horrible" for the public to see, i.e., they would get people way too pissed off and ready for some whoop ass, IMO. |
Maybe that is what we need more of. I know that I sure hate those fuckers. Maybe more people need to be reminded that it is OK to hate them. It is ok to want them dead. It is OK to want revenge. After all, those are pretty normal feelings given the circumstances. I am just saying. |
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www.bedroommedia.com/videos.php?id=5029 This documentary is what got me on this kick tonight. Actually talks about people jumping and how it has been kept hush hush. |
There's a fine line between reminding people, and desensitizing them. I think people should remember that day, and those events, but never be desensitized to them. I don't know the answer. |
That is my point. People need ot do more then just remember that day. They need ot be angry about it. They need to remember the way they felt that day. IMHO, just remembering is not enough. |
I agree. I just don't want to see those images turned into something that causes idiots to get upset because it's cutting into 'American Idol' or some nonsense. The original post said that it 'should be on tv every night', and you know that if that were to happen, 90% of people would get mad for the wrong reasons: 'it's interrupting my 'What Not To Wear'. I bet 95% of the people here remember, won't forget, and are angry. Unfortunately, I think we're the minority of society. |
| Every time I look at those pictures, I honestly want to shed a tear. I don't care how much of a pussy that makes me but those images truly get me very upset. I get so angry, and no way to vent that anger in a constructive way. I will never forget that day, and how I felt so defenseless. |
It doesn't make you a 'pussy' at all. You're not alone in any of that. |
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Not a day goes by that I don't think about that day in September, or my time in Iraq. That and the day that I actually got to be at Ground Zero in the Spring of '05. Never Forget. Never Forgive. ETA: Seeing that hole in the ground where my Countrymen were slaughtered immediately made any bad situation I ever experienced in the Mid-East completely and utterly worth it. |
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Every day I get home and look at my uniform. I do not forget, I do not forgive. And yes the last picture is real, not a photo shop. I can remember seeing people jumping live on fucking TV. The only day that the tech school I went to canceled classes. The sad part is, with all the latest laws passed and liberal don't offend the muslims bullshit that you hear about all the time they won. OK. We handed them the big W. They fucking came here blew up our shit and won because we are now god damned fucking terrified and pass bullshit laws that infringe on the 1st and 4th amendments. But I will fight them tooth and nail to hell and back again. /rant off Anyways to answer the OPs question, YES I REMEMBER. |
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I worked on the assembly line. I remember a guy came up from the machine shop and told about the first plane, and he kind of got blown off because everyone assumed it was a Cessna or something. When the second plane hit, and it became clear what had happened, the company came to an absolute standstill. Someone found a small tv somewhere and brought out to the line. I sat on my bench and watched, and people from all the departments gathered around and just watched, completely silent. You could have heard a pin drop. I have no idea how long we watched, but I bet it was a good hour, hour and a half. Then we went back to work, and I don't remember a single detail about the rest of the day, other than I was worried about my wife. We had just gotten married a few weeks before, and I didn't know what was going on, or what to expect, and I was far from home. The following days, and since, I have never been so proud to be an American. I remember how it seemed like everyone put their differences aside; everyone was so united, everyone was AMERICANS, not hypenated-Americans, etc. I am ashamed that it took something so terrible for me to fully understand and appreciate this great country. When I hear about the great things that our great young men and women are doing to protect us, I have so much pride, and feel unworthy at the same time. I offer the most sincere 'Thank You' that I can, to you fine young men (and women, if any post here) who have served since that day. And 'Welcome Home'. |